Answer:
The skies sweet and blue, thy dwell below
Thine wails of freedom thunder the Earth below.
Hallowed God of Heaven hath room for all
Yet, man bound by man, Thine benevolent fall.
Listen To Me, thy prayers released
Shant matter who hears, the pauper, the priest.
The blue skies hath darkened til quiet as night
The moonlight shun brightly, thy brothers of flight.
With arms spread wide, thy hail thee this day
The Underground Railroad hath lead you this way.
Explanation:
I call this poem: The Emancipation of One
Written by Me
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